I came across a dandelion grassland, lounging on grass all along the way, thinking of you. Love blessed me with the blossoms of empathy, caring well, sharing laughs, and romancing the living. Love is reckoned to be an erstwhile friend of humans! Talking to my intrusive thoughts feels like descending into loneliness. Afar from you, leaving me a pacific ocean of blue. The gleaming twilight sky was shining with stars, but the luminous moon was missing. It seems like someone imposed hefty hills of hazy curtains on my precious moon. I breathed the air deeply with the agony of feeling that doleful void of missing you, and I closed my eyes with sapphire pain. Tears of hefty rocks on my face and Sheer terror of not facing you no more running down my soul. All I keep thinking and wondering where is my glimmer beloved has gone? How should I settle in present? It feels like all I keep roaming the graveyard. Oh! the torture of the poisonous haze in the melancholic-azure atmosphere is breaking through. I wore my red hood cardigan sitting on a bench and saw the trees and flowers which we once planted, now they all are grown up. My mind Indulges in reminiscing about those days and nights I spent with you. You made a precious place in the heart of my soulful aura. Those little fights with you, those little cries of joy and sorrow with you, those times when I was your favourite admirer and the first person you woke by the sunshine aura of my presence and with the delightful essence of warm hugs. We made so many Nirvana promises for the future. When you were having headaches, I gave you comfort by massaging. I gave you comfort in the harsh taste of life and in the serene peace of a feral night, which led you to sink in the marsh of my wilderness. Was I your soothing pacifier? I can’t forget that time when the first time you came close to me, that fast breath, that pure anxiety of first love, that sublime mellow of the soft kiss, that soft soothing skin of yours, that warm heart and fast heartbeat of yours, and the secret ablaze of pinning you with reckless joy. Our devoted romance rooted in Poetry lies beneath the shadow of a willow tree that only destiny knows. Our togetherness was imbued with romantic poetry and mellifluous music. Holding hands while crossing the way, radiantly smiling at each other for no reason. With you, I forgot the meaning of time. Sitting beside you, the sky paused time and the wind resumed romance with the soft melody of soulful love. Your compliments always leave me in awe of sunlit glee. I’ve been dazzled by your alluring presence with me. Being with you was enough for me in this materialistic world. It was me all along who loved you with my doe eyes. If I’m dreaming about you, I don’t want to wake up. You were the essence of my brown eyes and a flattering smile. That precious treasure you are for me! I’m that armour tree for you that gives shade in the dry summer and blossoms heavenly flowers in the spring. The “fondness” story of us, I’m not sure! I’ll keep this secret honey from the world. You could’ve waited at Rosalind Street. I’m not sure if you’ll love me or not. But I had a plentiful moment with you. We aren’t sure if we would have forever with each other or not. I made you a cup of tea, and you bestowed me with your Saturday surprises. Secretly gazing at each other while watching the classical orchestra. I imagined my whole life with you. I imagined reading folklore tales with you, rainy nights dancing on my grandparents’ floor, your warm shoulder on my arms, and forever nights of aurora borealis with you. Dancing at the vine shop, my graceful heart beats fast as I get closer to you. But, as time passed, our secret language of love, soulful places, and wondrous memories started to fade and blur. Aura Wine of our old home now gives relish of graveyard grief with unbearable pain. Why couldn’t you be cohesive with our bond? A little home, which we mend with our bond, has now become a relic. The shiny mirror of our memories still shattered me into pieces of something that rumbled my mind and twisted me. Memories of your sometimes give me relief and sometimes It torments me. The illuminated garden is dry, and love prints of ours in places we’ve been to, Now they become dunes, and they suffocate me to and fro. Oh, the misery! My dearly beloved, I still mourn for you. It feels like something is missing from my soul and every shape of my amorous soul feels hollow. I’m feeling like something’s missing in my radiant soul. And there is a void of love in my heart. Honey, I could’ve told you a thousand times, “I admire you.” I could’ve sold my soul to dead poets. I would’ve relished every second when you were with me. With time, I fell harder for you. With every rhyme of thunderstorms that ran through my head to and fro, I would’ve questioned myself a thousand times before letting you into the little home of my heart. Your charismatic aura made me question Cupid. Where have you gone? Are you missing me? Will destiny allow us to be together? I yearn for you, my precious gem!
Nirnimesh koted is teenager boy who is a compassionate person & has a sense of writing deep meaningful things. He always had a passion for writing since his teenage. As an Idealist, he elaborates his writing on folklore songs, the epitome of feelings & intense emotions. He wrote many stories, articles, scripts, songs, poems and much more during his school and was honoured for his organised work. His works of poems & songs thrive upon that feeling of something from a melancholic aura to seventh-heaven emotions. His devotion towards writing is quite honourable. and in future, we look forward to witnessing this young artist create more pieces of his art. His Instagram I’d :- @Nir.hyunjun